On the Wake

riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend

of bay, brings us brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to

Howth Castle and Evirons.

“We’re living in the world of James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake.” – John Cage

Mcluhan

‘Today in our cities,

most learning occurs outside the classroom.

The sheer quantity of information conveyed by

press-mags-film-TV-radio

far exceeds

the quantity of information conveyed by

school instruction & texts.

This challenge has destroyed

the monopoly of the book as a teaching aid

& cracked the very walls of the classroom,

so suddenly,

we’re confused, baffled.”

M. Mcluhan

Nothing impressed me more than Usain Bolt. Joyful on the track & a joy to watch.

I’ve never written about sports inspite of being a fan. Something rings true, too true for me to write about.

Usain Bolt however was too memorable. Soccer‘s been depressing me, so much as to consider ’82 the end of it.

Radio

I miss radio. And radio culture.

Tune in at least once a day to your favorite station and forget about your own collection.

The Executioner’s Song

Sol LeWitt, Drawing Series—Composite, Part I–IV, #1–24, A+B

“Deep in my dungeon

I welcome you here

Deep in my dungeon

I worship your fear

Deep in my dungeon

I dwell.

I do not know

if I wish you well.”

Nothing like a good restart for somethin’ I’ve left abandoned for oh so long.

I’ll try to write daily, once again, commentin’ here & there about whatever has recently broken the tedium.

A Day in the Life

Pan Panpan Pan pan

I heard the news today ohh boy

They were sad, but I had to laugh! 

Just moving, sorry for not writing for this long. Unfortunate but necessary. Moving always brings new perspectives into our life . Woke up, dragged a comb across my hair… Feeling kinda quirky and happy, a result of having moved across town to a better apartment, having space to breath, I feel free, be it from psychological oppression be it physical enjailment. Today we moved things around and finally found a final configuration for our living room. Good winds to all!

Der Prozeß – K.?

Orson Welles, the scene where K. runs from the Judiciary department, light shining through the fence and laughing children onto his desperate running face. Remarkable things about both K. and Welles. I renember sitting at the cinema while a class from the nearby law school (have in mind, one of the most important in Brazil) slept or talked through the old and black'n white picture. Why? Later a friend (we had watched it together) retold the event to his International Law professor.

[Digression - a great teacher]

His reply:

"That [The Trial] is what they [law students] will become"

Amazing. The man with a simple phrase justified the whole existence of the movie. Not that it needs to be justified. It is a great movie anyway. Renembering made me want to write about Kafka. So I do.

[Digression - then I reminded myself of an most important fact: I can't write! Well I can, but I would commit an indecency by writing something on Kafka. Or any other writer]

Totalitarian logic and bureaucracy. Man's refusal to accept his own lawless humanity. I read this somewhere. I don't know if I agree. Not yet. But it seems possible. I recommend. Both movie and book.

 

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